#1013 (#152) (a poor end to spring, reflected by the weather and my headache)

another dropwort

attempt but got the wrong one

too many parsleys

#1012 (library assistant dangers)

pushed into a room

to deal with a winter bee

slow but scary huge

#1011 (#151)

spring rain carries on

even as we see its end

(or think that we do)

#1010 (#150)

the sounds and the feels

of a new find in the sand -

beach combing, low tide.

#1009 (#149)

feet in spring mud is

like half frozen ice cream that's 

waiting for summer

#1008 (#148)

“you occupy my

thoughts,” purple violets say,

but I don't want to.

#1007 (#147)

so late in the day

waterweeds grow in my pond

and my brain fogs up

#1006 (#146)

lone frog in the rain

showers streaming over it

relaxing, it waits

#1005 (#145)

is deep spring summer?

when do we cross the threshold?

where is the doorway?

#1004 (#144)

blocked until the wind

lets loose the seeds that were stuck

reed ears relax

#37

thunder born in spring

is a fresh newborn thunder -

it makes us smile.

(bizarre nonsense written to

fill the syllable count up).

#1003 (#143)

rolling over hills

recently tilled and seeded,

the spring thunder plays.

#1002 (#142)

the start of something

in a rice seedling patch that

will sustain us all

#1001 (#141)

as the sun shines more,

passing spring, i am sorry

we do not mourn you.

#1000 (#140)

butterfly flies by,

a living flower, one that

blooms on the breeze.

#999

an age old problem

bending the wire for sound 

sometimes desp'rately

#998 (#139)

planting seeds in lines

each one a diff'rent future

take care as you go

#997

the teams meeting

my head - front and back - on view

checking my bald spot

#996 (#138)

many baby birds

so many baby birds all

cheeping so early

#995

hazy summer day

no need to rush around, no

hazy sunmer day

#994 (#137)

hazy moon and head,

the sky as fuzzy as me

(the ground still hard though)

#993 (#136)

with doors wide open

bugs come out and come on in -

cue mad arm flapping

#992 (#135)

the bush warbler floor

squeaks not from intruders but

a welcome embrace

#36

looking down the list

i see the phrase heat shimmer

and i remember

i saw one at the weekend

but where and when i’m not sure

#991 (#134)

looking down the list

i see the phrase heat shimmer

and i remember

#990 (#133)

a gas mask to see

the most hardy mulberry

gifts for royalty

#989 (#132)

throat, ears and eyes

under attack from the

remaining blossoms

#988 (#131)

when it finally

comes it's like bales full of air

living the spring dream

#987 (#130)

tadpoles in the pond

only seeking a next day

one step at a time

#986 (#129)

a frog underfoot head squashed under my big toe a leap and a run

#985

tiny hands plucking 

seeds as small feet grip the fence 

squirrelling a feast

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Written for the 2023 British Haiku Society Awards Competition

#984 (#128)

a quiet pond scene

broken by rising carp sounds

and silenced with bread

#983 (Jallianwala Bagh, Amritsar)

the air is so still

time stopped in memoriam,

though the well still cries.

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Written for the 2023 British Haiku Society Awards Competition

#982 (#127)

first forays outside

as we prepare for dinner

by gathering herbs

#981

the pond surface is

as alive as my mind is

taking it all in

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Written for the 2023 British Haiku Society Awards Competition

#980 (#126)

long days upon us:

great when you get home from work,

but when it wakes you…

#979

the cats and foxes

of the animal highway

walk with real purpose

#978 (#125)

the light through the leaves

underneath the willow tree

reveals the ghost girl

#977

the sheer joy of it

breaking through each barrier

pushing yourself on

#976 (#124)

spring lantern light flicks

and licks everything around:

washing, making new.

#975

The Tulip Field Bar -

each colour a new flavour

in bee wine glasses 

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Written for the Tricycle March 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Spring season word, tulip.

#974 (#123)

read about it all

couldn't quite find the angle

on mulberry trees

#973

we glow the colours

of the tulips in the field

most-times more than one

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Written for the Tricycle March 2024 Haiku Challenge using the Spring season word, tulip.

#972 (#122)

so high on the swing,

that moment the world stops and

everything is sky